Fame.
Chapter one: Obvious.
Daddy, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, yeah.
But we just like to party, like to party, yeah. (1)
Uchiha Sasuke sat on a couch in some random dorm, music thrumming around him; in his ears, his heart, and lungs, drum and bass shook him. A bottle of some sort of liquor in his hand, he didn't remember which, had burned his throat enough to where he could no longer taste the foul liquid. Which was good.. He didn't want to taste it, he just wanted to be drunker than he already was.
"Sasuke!"
His own name offended his ears.. Well, not his name per say. Just the voice screaming it. Even though he'd had various sexual encounters with this person, and was sure that his feelings for said being extended beyond friendship.
A cold gaze turned in the direction of the voice, hair and eyes and skin so bright that his pupils surely dilated to adjust to the sudden light. His heart rate increased at the thought of the scent of the other, and he was immediately ready to touch the other's hard body. "Uzumaki.." He greeted the other, allowing him the seat next to him.
"I didn't know you were coming tonight.." His friend said, sitting sideways to face the pale teen.
Lust took over him, and Sasuke could resist no longer. He leaned forward, pressing their lips together heatedly. He didn't care about or notice the eyes slowly turning towards them, nor did he notice the flash of a camera.
He should have.. He should have known that paparazzi would have followed him.. They did that every day, every where he went.. It was typical. After all, Uchiha Sasuke was an heir to the famous Uchiha weaponry company. Well, for now he was. His father had already threatened to cut him off from his money and the position waiting for him as future owner of the company.
But none of this crossed his mind at the moment, he was more focused on the feel of the blonde's lips on his.
I liked having hurt,
So send the pain below..
Where I need it. (2)
Sasuke drudged slowly down the stairs, his ears ringing and his head pounding. He'd had far too much to drink last night, and all he could remember was waking up still in his clothes from the night before..
He'd gotten up and taken a shower, the smell of breakfast enticing him down stairs. "Good morning, Mother." He said to his mom as he passed her, not noticing the look of anger she sent him. He headed to the kitchen table, and almost got to sat down before the angry voice of his father startled him into turning around.
"Sasuke.. Your Mother and I would like to speak with you before you leave for your classes." Fugaku said, a folder newspaper in his hand.
"Concerning what, may I ask?"
His father dropped the paper on the table next to his son. "Look at the front page. What the hell were you thinking?" His voice was raised, but he wasn't yelling. Not yet, anyway..
Sasuke's eyes widened.. How the hell..? He didn't even remember speaking to Naruto last night.. This obviously said 'wrong.' His lips were all over Naruto's, and the blonde's hand was in his shirt. A bottle of vodka was in his hand, and the picture underneath showed him drinking from said bottle.
"Well…? Explain this."
"It's not illegal for me to drink, Father. I'm nineteen years old.." He defended.
"Not illegal? This is true, Sasuke, but it sure as hell isn't appropriate behavior for an Uchiha! It isn't the sort of publicity we want drawn to us, especially when I'm trying to get this new partner in metal forging! You're illicit behavior is ruining the company name, and, regardless of whether or not I even allow your insolent ass to represent the business in the future, this sort of behavior will eventually force me to sell!"
The pale teen let out a snort. "Bull shit.." He'd never spoken so brashly to his father. "You remember how Itachi acted in college! I know you knew of the sort of this he participated in, which are far worse than me drunkenly kissing a classmate! Was he punished for his behavior? Absolutely not." At the point, he was beginning to fume. His breathing rate had picked up, and his hands were beginning to shake. "No, absolutely not."
"The difference between you and your brother, is that he had enough sense to engage in those acts in secret! He wasn't parading around like some flamboyant queer, especially in front of the press! That's the difference."
"Well, of course. First born Itachi could do know wrong.. Where's Moses when you need him?" Slay all the first born of the sinners.. And that surely included his parents. They attended church service every Sunday, but they didn't uphold the 'Christian' way.
Sasuke's mother dropped her jaw the statement, taking a step forward to her son. She didn't hesitate in slapping her hand across his cheek, the action startling ever herself. She'd never so much as laid a hand on her children.. Her husband had always been the one to handle the corporal punishment.
The youngest Uchiha shot her a glare, grabbing his car keys from the kitchen table and heading to the door. He'd grab breakfast on the way to school..
I'm ripe with things to say..
The words rot and fall way..
If a stupid poem could fix this home,
I'd read it every day.. (3)
Sasuke still had his sunglasses on as he treaded down the side walk of his school, heading through the front doors and to his first classroom. He could hear the whispers of other classmates, knowing that they'd either seen him at the party or seen the front page..
He didn't care at this point. It was his life. Like none of the girls speaking about him hadn't ever kissed another female at a party before.. Most likely all of them had. It was college after all. Weren't they supposed to experiment? This had gone terribly wrong for Sasuke.. Obviously.
At the worst possible moment, Naruto bounded across the classroom and right next to him. "So I cut out your picture and put it in my photo album." He said, smiling as he placed an arm around Sasuke's shoulders.
The Uchiha pushed his friend's arm off of him, sending him a glare. "I do not wish to speak with you about our.. accident last night. In fact, I wish to keep our relationship to nothing beyond friendship from this point on." Sasuke wasn't so sure he meant that, but.. It was all he could do right now to attempt to thwart off the hostility from his parents.
"Chyeah, right. You couldn't keep your hands off of me even if that pretty little head of your's depended on it.."
Sasuke knew the other was right. However, he still had to try.. It wasn't that he wanted anything to do with the company anyway.. If he ever gained possession of it, he intended to sell it.. Right now, he just needed to keep them pleased enough to keep giving him money.
"Hn.."
His mind was more than distracted as he listened to the professor lecture, trying to keep himself focused enough to take down enough notes to pass the test on Friday.. Thank God this was his only class that day.. Except now he had to find an excuse to stay away from his home.
It wasn't fair.. Just because his family owned a very important company, he wasn't allowed to be a normal teenager? He'd never been allowed to be a normal anything..
As soon as his class was over, he headed to the library, studying as much as his brain could possibly allow.. He even studied for things that weren't currently on his radar. He'd realized that it was nearly four in the afternoon, and he'd been bullshitting around long enough. Shouldering his messenger bag, the Uchiha headed to his car, speeding back to his house. He knew that if he wasn't dressed and ready for dinner at six, he'd be in for a hell of a 'talking.'
It wasn't like dinner was anything important, anyway.. They never had any sort healthy family discussion, mostly just arguing about business, and this and that. He hated it.. His parents had absolutely no love for each other, only staying together to further their image of a 'normal' family.
But normal these days consisted of divorce, infidelity, abuse, and addiction. Well, three out of four wasn't so bad.. His father had cheated on his mother before, even though they'd never admit that to their kids.. He'd heard the slaps and the yelling before, and as of late, it was getting worse. Itachi and himself had both dealt with the addiction part. The older child was worse, though.. Sasuke would still find little bags of cocaine in Itachi's room every now and again..
The pale teen sped into the driveway, his tires screeching as he stopped suddenly. He flung off his seat belt, grabbing his bag as he exited the vehicle. Not bothering to so much as look his parents in the eyes, he made his way up the stairs and into his room, where he made sure to lock his door.
Sasuke tossed his bag on the floor by the side of his desk, flopping down on his bed. God, he hated this place.. The smell of it even disgusted him. It was too clean.. You wouldn't even know it was a house, if there weren't people there. It looked more like a show room.. It was putrid. He kicked his shoes off, scooting up until his head was resting on a pillow. A soft buzzing in his pocket made his cell phone known, and he reached down to retrieve it.
It was from Naruto.. A picture message. The blonde was standing in his bathroom mirror in his boxers, his tanned abs flexed and hard.. Just the thought of the way they felt under his finger's had Sasuke stirring..
The pale teen stood up, heading into his own bathroom and locking the door. He unbuttoned his shirt, leaning back against the wall. Turning his face to the side slightly, he held his phone out and took a picture. Satisfied with the way it looked, he sent it in a reply message to his friend.
Soon enough, his phone was ringing. "Yeah..?" He answered it without hesitation.
"Where are you..?"
Naruto's voice always aroused him, no matter what he was saying.
"My bathroom.. Why?" He could hear the nervous hesitation in his own voice and he hated it..
"Come over.."
"What for..?"
"Don't you know..?"
Sasuke swallowed. "Alright.. I'll be there.." He'd deal with the consequences later.. Right now, he wanted Naruto. And that was all that mattered.
(1) - Beautiful, Dirty Rich - Lady Gaga
(2) - Send the Pain Below - Chevelle
(3) - Stay together for the kids - Blink-182
